"Did I die?" she asked in a daze. But shouldn't she go to hell instead of heaven?
And aren't devils supposed to be ugly? How come this devil was so handsome? Could it be an angel? No... look at his aura. Only a devil could possess such a scary presence.
The devil in front of her didn't say anything. Instead, he did a very unexpected thing—he helped her sit up.
What a nice devil.
"Who are you?" Jazmine held her head as the memories of the last day rushed back.
The handsome devil was silent for a moment. Suddenly, his expression darkened.
Jazmine shivered. Why is the temperature dropping so suddenly? She glanced at the devil. He looked like an ultracold ice block radiating all that frost.
"Sebastian Crowne." His voice was gruff.
For a moment, Jazmine frowned. The name sounded familiar. Did she know him?
She glanced around. She was in a hospital room. The handsome devil was wearing a white coat.